The tingling worn off and transformation complete, Drake explored his hairy body, looking alternately down and then at the mirror.
It was hard to tell where beard and mane ended and the rest began. His big bushy beard hung down to his crotch. He ran his fingers through it, surprised that it wasn't rough feeling but very soft. It was strange - the sensation of hair pulling on his chin when he ran his fingers through the long strands. He draped his beard over his shoulder so he could see the rest of his body.
His chest was a regular shag carpet - it was thick and long, covering his pecs. He ran his fingers over his hairy torso, feeling his new manly covering. Looking in the mirror he realized the hair beneath his arms hung to below his waist now as well. He ran his fingers through his long pit hair, again feeling the strange sensation of the hairs being gently tugged in his armpits when he grasped the ends at his waist and pulled a little. The hair in his crotch hung to nearly the floor, looking almost like a loincloth made of hair.
He looked at his forearms and shins, where the hair was also very thick and long, hanging off of them. He turned his head to check out his shoulders and back, and felt his mane spilling across his back and over his shoulder, hanging all the way to the floor! about every inch of his skin seemed to be covered with hair, his shoulders and back no exception. The hair on his ass hung down in the back, mimmicking the hair in his crotch. He looked like some shaggy hairy hippy - but he was even hairier than that!
"Oh man, I seriously have to be more careful how I word my wishes! I've gotta undo this!!" Drake turned around to retrieve the lamp from the bed and shine it for another wish. He jumped, hair swinging, letting out a startled cry when he saw his roommate Mike standing by his bed holding the magic lamp in his hands. Drake tried to cover himself, then realized his clothes were on the floor next to the bed... besides, the hair did a good job covering practically everything. "SHIT you startled me..." He thought quickly what to say. "I'm going to be in a play, was just trying the costume on."
Mike just smiled looking at the relfections on the lamp. "So this is actaully a magic lamp..."
Drake felt a lump in his throat and he suddenly felt very cold despite his shaggy new coat. "Magic? What are you smoking? Ha, that's just a prop for the play." Drake walked over and reached for it, but Mike took a couple steps back, cradling the lamp in his arms defensively.
"No point in pretending, Drake. I saw the whole thing." Mike smiled, looking Drake up and down. "That's no costume. That's YOU - that's YOUR hair. Heheh, one hell of a strange wish - I would have wished for money and women!" Drake felt his face heat with embarrassment. Mike continued, "But each to his own. You wanted to be hairy, so now you are."
Drake felt a knot forming in his stomach, remembering how he had been stressed over mid terms last week, and how he had been unkind a few times to Mike. "Look, Mike, I really think -"
Mike stopped him, beginning to rub the lamp. "No, Drake, you had your turn. Now it's mine."
"But I've got to turn back! I can't stay this way!! Please Mike, just -"
But Mike wasn't paying attention to him now, he was staring wide-eyed at something Drake couldn't see. Mike had summoned Beldazarr from the lamp, and just as was the case with Drake, only Mike who possessed the lamp could see the Djinn.
Drake gulped, pulling at his beard nervously. He had to get the lamp back, he had to get rid of all this hair. But what if he was stuck as a shaggy freak? Suddenly what had been the best day of his life was turning into the worse nightmare of his existance.